Post by Lauren on Apr 3, 2002 14:02:08 GMT -5
Thought I'd tell you all about my exciting day [sounds like a story... 'Lauren's Exciting Day', lol].
I was sat, happily typing away like the geek i am, when all of a sudden i can hear crashing outside the window, and this guy screaming "call the fucking police".
Now, I live in a nice suburb of Aylesbury, so I'm not used to this kind of thing. I therefore illogically assumed it was my 13-year-old, non-swearing, good as gold sister. I run upstairs shouting for her, and she's not there.
So I go into the kitchen, look out the window, and, low-and behold, some guy is smashing another guys head against our old netball post. Blood is *everywhere*. I run to the front window and our drive's full of guys. Big guys who could hurt me.
They all see me, and i get really hysterical... Hey, I'm from Yorkshire. There we get all excited if the post is late. Anyway, I grab the phone and phone a woman who lives down the street. Meanwhile my sister has run in, locking the doors... she was stuck out there *with* them. She is very calm. I am not.
I start screaming down the phone at this poor woman that there's a fight in my garden, neglecting to mention who I am until the end, then I run to the front. The entire street are in my drive now, all on mobiles, and the policeman who lives across the road has hold of the guy who was beaten up. The other guys are casually wandering away. I am still hysterical.
Then the police turn up, sirens blaring, and some friends of the victim [police lingo ] are hanging around. I call my mum, screaming at her boss , and she comes racing home.
The end of the story? The police come to swab blood/ take photos, and I may get to give a statement/ go to court. Time off school!
So that's my day:-)
I was sat, happily typing away like the geek i am, when all of a sudden i can hear crashing outside the window, and this guy screaming "call the fucking police".
Now, I live in a nice suburb of Aylesbury, so I'm not used to this kind of thing. I therefore illogically assumed it was my 13-year-old, non-swearing, good as gold sister. I run upstairs shouting for her, and she's not there.
So I go into the kitchen, look out the window, and, low-and behold, some guy is smashing another guys head against our old netball post. Blood is *everywhere*. I run to the front window and our drive's full of guys. Big guys who could hurt me.
They all see me, and i get really hysterical... Hey, I'm from Yorkshire. There we get all excited if the post is late. Anyway, I grab the phone and phone a woman who lives down the street. Meanwhile my sister has run in, locking the doors... she was stuck out there *with* them. She is very calm. I am not.
I start screaming down the phone at this poor woman that there's a fight in my garden, neglecting to mention who I am until the end, then I run to the front. The entire street are in my drive now, all on mobiles, and the policeman who lives across the road has hold of the guy who was beaten up. The other guys are casually wandering away. I am still hysterical.
Then the police turn up, sirens blaring, and some friends of the victim [police lingo ] are hanging around. I call my mum, screaming at her boss , and she comes racing home.
The end of the story? The police come to swab blood/ take photos, and I may get to give a statement/ go to court. Time off school!
So that's my day:-)